Living Life in the City
My second home is in BOSTON Massachusetts
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We all wondered what it would be like when we finally receive the call from the transplant team, they have an organ you have been waiting for. I know from our experience, I would dream about that day, every day. How would I react? Would the call come in the middle of the night? Would we be home? Who would call us? My biggest fear was always thinking I would miss the call. I know that feeling all to well, my cell phone was always with me, even when I showered, I would check it to make sure it's not ringing. You absolutely drive yourself crazy, with good reason. In our case when the phone would ring I was looking for area code 617.
I would like to share a part of one of the chapters in my book "Strength in a Heartbeat, Diary of a Heart Transplant"
617 ON MY PHONE
DECEMBER 29, 2013
It was a Sunday morning. Like every morning, first thing I do is look at my phone just in case I missed something. Nothing there. I made my coffee and said my prayer, "Dear Lord, please let today be the day," then said the Our Father and Hail Mary.
As I went along the morning doing what I normally do, my phone rand. Taking a look, it was the area code 617. I started to shake, yelled for my husband, then answered it. On the other end, it was the call we all dreamed about. It was Lauren's transplant doctor. Very quietly and calmly he said "Hello Lynne, this is Dr. Steward, and yes, this is the call you've been waiting for. We have a heart for Lauren."
I literally fell to the floor crying: my husband had to take the phone for a second. I then thought, Oh my God, Lauren. We ran upstairs to her bedroom as I yelled, "Lauren get up, get up, Dr. Steward's on the phone and they have a heart!" She looked at me like I had two heads or something before it hit her. I put the phone on speaker and she was able to hear it for herself. It was 10:13am. Dr. Steward told us to pack the car and drive up to the hospital. "How much time do we have?" I asked. He told us to be here for 3pm, that they'd be waiting for us at Admissions.
That was our experience of when we received the call. I was thankful we were home and not in the middle of the night.
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Strength in a Heartbeat
Diary of a Heart Transplant